Title: Mistakes Come In Threes
Summary: The boy's eyes narrowed and a flicker of disgust twisted his lips into a sneer. "I'm your son jackass."
Disclaimer: Pah I wish I owned Prison Break! 'Cept if I did, the show probably wouldn't do that well what with me not knowing much about television business and all :P
Author's Note: I have no legitimate excuse for being away for so long, I just lost my muse for this story. Lots of shorty chapters coming up cause I'm trying to rebuild my muse for this story. Anyways, so sorry and hope you enjoy this chapter!
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"Damn T-Bag, your daughter's hot!" Lincoln said with a joking grin on his face.
"Ya, I could always use a new mistress." Abruzzi added with a small laugh. T-Bag shot them a warning glance as Damian shouted from the kitchen,
"Hey you guys hungry?" Michael broke free from the group and stepped rather hesitantly into the family room that looked in on the kitchen.
"Ya, I think we could use some food, thanks." Michael looked around the room and then caught sight of the little girl Celia, sitting on a thread bare chair, hands folded carefully on her lap and her milky eyes set on some unseeing point over Michael's shoulder. Michael gave her a small smile and a rather nervous wave before dropping his hand, feeling like a complete idiot. Of course she couldn't see him smile or wave. But then the little girl smiled back, unclasping her hands and raising one ever so slightly, waving it back and forth in his direction.
"How-"
"Food's up!" Damian said, bringing in bowls of macaroni and cheese, setting them round various places where mismatched chairs were. "Get you guys somethin' ta drink?"
"Have any beer?" Lincoln asked, helping Damian with some of the bowls and setting them on the coffee table.
"Oh yes, that's just what we need, drunken felons." Came a cool voice from the kitchen, and there was Sara, standing and holding two bowls of macaroni and cheese, one of which she gave to Celia and the other one she shoved at Damian.
"Sara ya promised to be nice." Damian muttered, turning his back on the haggard looking cons and glowering at his older sister who gave him a fake smile.
"I lied." She sat down on the floor by Celia's chair, crossing her long legs and regarding the cons with cold eyes. Damian glared at her for a moment before turning back to the others and shaking his head.
"Nah sorry, don't have any beer." Lincoln shrugged and picked up his bowl, choosing a worn seat and then digging into his own food.
Sarafina sat stiffly in the large room, the silence broken only by the loud chewing of hungry cons that'd lived off of disgusting prison food for a long time.
"I just have a question," Michael said suddenly, placing his untouched bowl back onto the coffee table.
"Ya, anymore food?" Sucre asked with a laugh. Michael grimaced and pushed his bowl of macaroni over to the Hispanic man before continuing.
"How did you find out?" Sara glanced at Damian who looked between her and Celia, and she knew just what her younger half-brother was thinking, 'how much do we tell them?'
"Through research and a hell of a lot of luck Mr. Scofield." Sara replied cutting off whatever Damian was going to say. Michael gave her a funny look before a smirk appeared on his lips.
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I know." An uncomfortable silence swept through the room and a few of the male cons shifted uneasily.
"So, not much of a people pleaser eh?" Sucre said lightly, clearly trying tomake an easy joke and clear away the tension in the air, of course he regretted it as soon Sara turned and smirked at him, dislike evident in her icy blue eyes.
"I'm not here to entertain you." If there was any way to make a situation more awkward and uncomfortable, if she could have made them feel anymore unwelcome, well Sarawould have found it. "Come on Celia, it's past your bed time." She growled suddenly, getting to her feet and gently picking up the young girl who wrapped her legs and arms around her older half-sisters waist and neck. Celia rested her head against Sara's shoulder and waved good-bye to the cons as Sara left the room.
"Don't worry, she's just having her period." Damian said as soon as she left, cracking a grin.
"Shut up Damian!"
"See?"
